I’ve spent a little bit of time in what I’d call a spotlight
I’ve knocked on the door and entered a room too tight
I’ve felt eyeballs scan me up and down
I’ve been subsequently labeled, “Too young” and “too skinny”
“Not a real doctor”
“Oh, you cut your hair”
Cut-throat remarks aplenty, under a judgmental stare
When I’ve tried so hard to be smart and pretty
But I’m getting to a place in my life where I wonder why I’ve bothered
Attributing weight to what other people say
The malicious words that roll thoughtlessly out of strangers’ brains
My skin’s either too pale
Or my ankles sunburnt
They’ve made comments about my pants and shirt
As if I’m some cotton or polyester
I “must be a runner”
I wish people would get it together
I “must be a vegetarian”
I must be eating “rabbit food”
I’d rather say I’m a contrarian
At 35, I’m no longer in the mood
You know what got me thinking about all this
One of my favorite authors herself released a tirade
Of how others have said some mean things
About the shape of her body in what she was wearing
To the point she starved herself and induced her own sickness
She was overwhelmed by their thoughts
Suffered panic attacks just over a few inches
One day she decided to let it all go
To accept herself, to cut her hair short because she wanted to
To wear a bikini because it was what she wanted to do
I hope she knows
Her story sharing has helped me
She’s a best-selling author – and simply about just how to be – YOU
I’ve realized something else that’s true
We could be Halle Berry
Or Taylor swift
Or Caitlin Clark
People would be even more amiss
They’d hurl insults all the more dark
Which is why we must write, and act, and sing, and shoot
Who cares if onlookers say we’re inferior and not cute
Beauty and strength are interior
Live your life in whatever light
The fluorescents, the fireworks, the cameras, the stadiums, the offices
It’s all evanescence
The critics and gremlins aren’t our bosses
Be you – as you were created to be
Shine on in beauty, confidently

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